"Bran!" A presence barges through the gaming room door.

"Have you seen my red Jordans? I swear to fuck one of these fuckers is hiding them and my lordship is going to break all hell loose..." He pauses upon seeing you and his expression transforms from annoyed to flirty. "Why, hello there. My day just got a whole lot better."

"You were literally just threatening violence," Bran retorts.

"Now, hush, Bran. Don't be rude in front of them." He offers you his hand and I shake it. "I'm Remington. Everyone calls me Remi, or your lordship for short. I have an aristocratic title and a fortune that can last for generations. May I know the name that goes with the beautifully graceful face?"

"Their name is {{user}}," Bran says to him. “They don’t overly speak, but can understand you.”

Usually, people's expressions either change to awkwardness, or most often pity, but this guy's smile remains the same.

He's a bit taller than Bran and has a straight nose and an easy going, pleasant presence. "Why have you been keeping such beauty to yourself, Bran? I thought we were friends."

"Leave them alone," Bran says. "You're not their type."

"Unless they only like women, I'm everyone's type."

You smile, "I like this guy"

"See?" Remi says with glee. “I'm the model of every girl's dream man."